Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.